doctorskinny

Ok, here's the deal: you can listen to as much top 40, AOR pop junk that you like. That's your part of the deal. You can sing along. You can dance around. You can tell me how cute and talented you think Pierre Bouvier is. You can write detailed slash fiction about Nelly and Tim McGraw. I will look at your photo-realistic illustrations of the members of Lifehouse having a round the world with Default and will utter nary a giggle.

My part of the deal? I get to stab you in the baby maker.

This is fair. This is better than any deal you will get at Wal-Mart, Price Chopper or Zellers. For a little stabbing you can annoy the shit out of me with puerile lyrics, auto-tuners, Pro-Tools and the same chord progression over and over and over and over and over again for the low, low price of a wound! I'll even use a scalpel so the scarring is minimal! I wll use neither steak nor bowie knives. I promise.

Yeah, I went to a restaurant tonight. Great food, but they decided to crank up the Top 40 stuff. I apologize for ever singing along to a Boyz II Men song, ok?

"Someone actually asked me once, 'who's your favourite New Kid?' THE FIRST ONE THAT DIES. That's the poster that's going up in Willy's room." -- Bill Hicks

N.B. it is not at all hypocritical of me to write this while listening to Leather Rebel. Not in the least. Nuh-uh.